Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 336 Husband and wife are both lunatics? ! (2)

Quickly passing the door that was still burning with fire, Mo Chou rushed towards the bathroom amidst gunshots.

There's a rear window there, and access to the roof.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't look at Leo.

"madman!"

Looking left and right at the three people who left in two teams, and cursing in a low voice, a look of helplessness flashed in Leo's eyes.

"Okay, okay, let's go crazy together!"

Glancing at the direction of the stairs, he finally turned around and chased in the direction Mo Chou left.

Soon, the sound of bullets subsided.

Mo Chou quietly pushed open the back window of the bathroom, poked her face out, and carefully glanced at the surrounding environment.

There was no one downstairs, and there were footsteps coming from the roof.

Taking a breath, she grabbed the window sill of the rear window with both hands, and got out directly.

With her feet on the steel pipes on the outer wall, she carefully poked her eyes out of the roof and looked out.

Dark night.

The surrounding area of ​​the workshop was completely dark.

Only the lights of the searchlights on the tower far away swirled, occasionally turning to this patch of roof.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Mo Chou's gaze quickly adapted to the darkness outside.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least six people, each with a gun in his arms.

Moreover, not gadgets like pistols, all of them are heavy guys.

Mo Chou was not surprised at all.

Even things like rocket launchers and incendiary bombs were used.

Fuding, who lost his son, obviously lost his patience. This time, he is determined to kill them!

Seeing a guy walking towards her, Mo Chou slowly retracted her face.

Listening carefully, I felt that the guy had already walked in front of her.

She stood up suddenly, grabbed the gun in the guy's hand with her right hand, and yanked it hard.

The guy wasn't prepared for it at all, and screamed, not only the gun was swallowed, but also the man was thrown downstairs by Mo Chou.

When the others turned around to shoot, Mo Chou had already retracted her body.

Grasping the roof with one hand, he put the short submachine gun he had snatched on the roof with the other, and quickly fired according to the position he remembered.

(End of this chapter)